"Shanghai" is a world-class city with a long history and civilization. It is the largest city in China, the commercial and financial center of Asia, a paradise for all gold diggers, and is known as the "Paris of the East".

How come a world-class city has experienced a heavy snowfall that has been rare in the past few years? Goose-feather white snowflakes are flying all over the sky. After falling to the ground, the thickness of the accumulation is several centimeters thick, and it is like a snow hole when you step on it.

In this snowy night, everyone was hurrying on their way. Only one man rode a pedal tricycle and walked slowly in the snow, letting the snowflakes hit his resolute and angular handsome face.

. Although he only wore a simple set of clothes that were extremely dirty, he still held his head high and was not afraid of the cold at all.

The pedal tricycle behind him was half full of garbage, including broken bottles, smelly cans, rotten bags, and other waste. An unpleasant smell continued to spread around, attracting countless passers-by.

All the disgusting behaviors were avoided.

This is the case in this very real society. You can't say something bad about him, you can only blame him for your incompetence. Respecting power and money, despising abjection and poverty, this is the true portrayal of today's society.

Regarding the actions of the people around him, the man riding a pedal tricycle showed no expression at all, nor did he show any inferiority complex. He was just such a person, he didn't care what others thought of him, let alone what others said.

He. Because he doesn't even know who he is, or even what his name is. He can't recall any of his past memories, and his mind goes blank.

Uncle Junk calls him 'Tianyi', so he will be called 'Tianyi'. But he also has a nickname 'Little Junk'. He has asked Uncle Junk more than once about his past, but Uncle Junk said he doesn't know.

, just saying that he also picked him up on the roadside and brought him back.

Little Trash was very doubtful about this answer. However, as time went by, he gradually became indifferent and did not want to know what his name was or what he did before. He felt that those things were no longer important. What was important was that he lived his life now.

It's very nice and comfortable. Apart from collecting garbage every day, I just eat and sleep. There are no worries or burdens.

Uncle Garbage is a man who makes a living by picking up garbage outside the eastern suburbs of Shanghai. A year and a half ago, when he opened his eyes, he saw a dirty man standing next to him, and this man was

Uncle Garbage, from that time on, he began to pick up garbage with Uncle Garbage, collect garbage, and became a member of the garbage pile.

The cold wind in the dark night kept blowing on the resolute and angular face of the little trash, and the thin shirt clung to his chest muscles under the cold wind. Two obvious wheel marks were left on the snow-white ground.

And a majestic and lonely figure.

Half an hour later, Little Garbage rode his pedal tricycle outside the gate of a factory outside the suburbs. This was his last destination for collecting garbage today. He could go home after finishing the work.

"Little garbage, why did you come here today? Why didn't uncle garbage come?" Seeing the little garbage, a big guard came out of the guard room and said.

Little Garbage smiled lightly and said, "It will be New Year's Eve in a few days. Uncle Garbage is busy with things at home. From now on, I will take care of the garbage collection for him."

The little garbage man's words made the big man at the door murmur in his heart. He had heard that he had been taken over by other people, but this was the first time he had heard of someone taking over for picking up garbage. It was really strange.

While the guard was sighing, he said to the little trash: "Wait aside for a while. Someone from the head office just came and is inspecting inside. I will let you in after the inspecting person leaves."

The little trash nodded to show that he understood. Without saying anything else, he parked his pedal tricycle aside, lit a cigarette, and started smoking silently, ignoring the big guard.

The burly guard seemed to have gotten used to the little trash's taciturn behavior. He stopped saying anything and imitated him, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

From the first time he saw the little trash, he was like this, taciturn, with an indifferent expression without joy or sorrow, as if nothing could withstand his slightest disturbance. But when he was fine, he was often nervous.

Frowning in a daze, no one knew what he was thinking, but the cold light in his dull eyes and the aloof indifference in his body made people unconsciously stop looking at him.

With many years of experience in looking at people, the guard is sure that there must be some unknown secret behind this man who is now called the little trash man, otherwise he would not have this kind of indifference that would make anyone feel cold.

breath.

This is what people often say, if you are gold, it will still shine even if you throw it on the beach. For a person like Little Trash, even if he is in a garbage dump, he still can't block the bastard atmosphere in him.

I don’t know how long it took, but a red BMW slowly drove out of the factory. When the doorman, who was smoking a cigarette, saw the BMW, he hurriedly threw away the cigarette butts, opened the door, and stood respectfully.

On one side.

Judging from his majestic and respectful expression, we knew that the people in the BMW were probably the people he said were coming to inspect from the head office. The little trash puffed out a puff of cigarette and glanced at the BMW slightly.

I saw that sitting inside the BMW was a stunningly beautiful woman.

If it were another man who saw this woman, he might look like a pig's liver because of his beauty, but the little trash didn't. He just glanced at her slightly and then withdrew his gaze, continuing to puff out his cigarette.

Some people may say that he is pretending to be a b, but unfortunately he never pretends to be a b. The famous saying that men are lustful is correct, but there are exceptions to everything, and the little trash is this exception, but this does not mean that

He doesn't like women. He's just trying to control a certain degree.

The woman in the BMW seemed to feel the little trash's gaze and turned her head to look back. What she saw was a lonely figure who was dirty all over and puffing out a cigarette.

She was very confused as to why a man who collected garbage like this could be calm and calm. But this doubt only flashed through her mind, and she continued to drive away. She would not spend too much energy and time.

Wasted on unimportant people or things.
Chapter completed!